A poem about: The battle of 45 years I lost my family…

The battle of 45 years I lost my family at the age of 7I raised myself and walked into an abusive relationship 7 years of hell, sexual assaults, the threats, the pain, endured time after time.I walked away with my beautiful child who I called mine and my true love and soul, cherished every single bone.Seven years later I walked into loving arms and four children to love and cherish.I live a traumatic life so many battle scares and memories that sits in a box Hiding away never to far away from seeping out one dayI only live for my partner and my four beautiful children a promise I will hold as I'm a fighter and survive for the love I carry for my beautiful little family I hold each night

In the shadows of forty-five years,
I lost my kin at tender seven,
Alone I faced the darkest fears,
The tears a child cannot reckon.

Through paths of pain, I walked alone,
An abusive bond became my thorn,
Seven years of silent groans,
Where innocence was ripped and torn.

Yet from the depths, a light was born,
My beautiful child, my soul’s delight,
In her eyes, I saw each morn,
A love that turned the wrong to right.

Seven years hence, a haven found,
In loving arms with children four,
In them, joy and warmth abound,
A heart rebuilt from shattered lore.

Memories in boxes hide,
Battle scars that whisper low,
Yet, love’s embrace will now abide,
The strength to rise and onward go.

For them, I fight, I survive,
A promise vowed, a heart so tender,
In their love, I always thrive,
A warrior in love’s sweet surrender.

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In the shadows of forty-five years, I lost my kin at tender seven, Alone I faced the darkest fears, The tears a child cannot reckon. Through paths of pain, I walked alone, An abusive bond became my thorn, Seven years of silent groans, Where innocence was ripped and torn. Yet from the depths, a light was born, My beautiful child, my soul’s delight, In her eyes, I saw each morn, A love that turned the wrong to right. Seven years hence, a haven found, In loving arms with children four, In them, joy and warmth abound, A heart rebuilt from shattered lore. Memories in boxes hide, Battle scars that whisper low, Yet, love’s embrace will now abide, The strength to rise and onward go. For them, I fight, I survive, A promise vowed, a heart so tender, In their love, I always thrive, A warrior in love’s sweet surrender.